Harakiri

This is a true story that is still developing and contains some sexual content. PEOPLE:(Names changed to hide their shame) Rathcet-Me Dylan-My best friend who introduced me to the two people who "dated" this girl. Breon-Dated the girl first. Eric-Dates the girl now Crash-My best friend who get's random texts from her Shelby-"Girl" in question. STORY: My friend Dylan basically introduced me to Breon. Breon dated every girl in the school and was dumped two hours later by every girl in the school. I'm assuming out of desperation he met a girl over Yahoo Messenger. They talked for a couple days and then started calling each other and talking twenty-four seven. Breon's parents would kick him out of the house when he refused to get off the phone (he ran the phone bill sky high). He decided to go to Dylan's house to talk with her over Dylan's phone. Dylan would end up allowing him to spend the night twice consecutively (probably because he trusted his friend not to talk for forty-eight straight hours with a girl he never met). Dylan's parents would end up kicking Breon out and Breon would eventually be stuck back at his parents house, his parents wanting him to quit with the phone talking thing. He would break up with her, but not before introducing her to my friend Eric, who, after breaking up with Breon, she would automatically turn to. She apparently living in Michigan, we live in Illinois, and she apparently likened herself the best thing Eric would ever get. Lo and behold, Eric now spends hours on end on the phone with her. His parents don't like it, but still support it for some reason. He's "Dated" her for a month now and we haven't even gotten to the best parts yet. Dylan threw a party a couple days ago and invited me and Eric and Breon. Breon hated the girl, Shelby, so didn't even want to talk to her. Eric though, talked to her the whole party as we tried to pry the damn phone from his ears. He ends up getting called by her using Dylan's phone (Eric handed out Dylan's number and Crash, whom you will meet later's, number). They talked over the TV since Dylan has some sort of phone/TV connectivity thingermobob. We listed in as they talked for an hour and she sang to Eric (Worst singing ever). She then started telling him how much she wanted to meet him and pee in his mouth. I was both shocked and rolling on the floor laughing, tears streaming down my cheeks. We now called him golden shower boy until we learned even more... Apparently, that night, Breon sat in the living room of Dylan's house as Eric talked to Shelby. She asked him if he's alright that she's bi and if it's alright if she had a girlfriend in Michigan. Eric had known this for a while but was still apparently mulling over how to answer this, but he apparently didn't care. Breon would leave and run as far away as he could from the living room. That morning, as Eric got to sleep after compulsively talking to his "Girlfriend" for hours on end, Brandon told me and Dylan something horrible. Breon didn't want to tell anyone because he didn't want to hurt Eric's feelings, but he told it to us now. He said that one time he was at Eric's house playing Rock Band with him. She called and interrupted their play. Eric apparently talked for an hour or so as Breon played the game. Eric then excuses himself to his room for fifteen minutes. Breon would end up going back to his room fifteen minutes later and opening the closed door to find Eric scrambling to pull his pants back on. I laughed so hard I woke Eric up. He was having...phone sex? Or was he just doing what I know he was doing. When he came into Dylan's room we asked him if he was caught with his pants down. He automatically replies "I was adjusting my pants!" "With your underwear down?" Asked Breon. "I was getting a wedgie out, not masturbating you sick freaks!" He stormed out after calling his parents on Dylan's phone while simultaneously talking to Shelby on his cell phone. An amazing feat I must say. Today after school I was walking over to my house. Me and my friend Crash live right close together so walk and shoot the breeze every day. He got a text on his phone and we assumed it was his parents. But it was Shelby, saying hi. Crash explained that Eric handed his number over to Shelby for no apparent reason. So, the girl is psycho, thinks she can sing, is bi, has a "boyfriend" and a girlfriend, Eric's parents are supportive yet scared of what's going on, and I personally think this is the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. And what's more pathetic? Eric's going to use his Christmas money to buy a ticket to Michigan to meet his "Girlfriend". What? And his parents are going to help! This Thursday I am going to hide at Dylan's house. Eric and Breon won't know I'm there until I pop out and announce my presence. Dylan and myself are going to try to ruin this "relationship" get this [bleep] out of everyone's hair and ultimately try to mend all the problems that have risen from this "dating". Is high school truly this odd? I never heard anything this odd happening at my Dad or Mom's high school. Sure there are weird things, but this is just beyond the point of being weird. It's creepy and suspicious. If anyone can tell me if they know any stories like this or want to give a general opinion of what is going on with these people, please just leave a comment. I'm going to probably not be Eric's friend anymore after this, but I don't give a damn. He used to be the most normal of my friends. Now, he needs help. He knows he couldn't do anything to me anyway because I have so many ways to screw some one up psychologically, and most of my friends know when it comes to destroying someone mentally, I can do it. I can do it hard. Which is why my friends don't mess with me. I won't exactly destroy Shelby or Eric, I just want to screw it up so much that neither wants to be with the other and this whole mess is resolved. Thanks for reading, please comment about anything.

This is a true story that is still developing and contains some sexual content. PEOPLE:(Names changed to hide their shame) Rathcet-Me Dylan-My best friend who introduced me to the two people who "dated" this girl. Breon-Dated the girl first. Eric-Dates the girl now Crash-My best friend who get's random texts from her Shelby-"Girl" in question. STORY: My friend Dylan basically introduced me to Breon. Breon dated every girl in the school and was dumped two hours later by every girl in the school. I'm assuming out of desperation he met a girl over Yahoo Messenger. They talked for a couple days and then started calling each other and talking twenty-four seven. Breon's parents would kick him out of the house when he refused to get off the phone (he ran the phone bill sky high). He decided to go to Dylan's house to talk with her over Dylan's phone. Dylan would end up allowing him to spend the night twice consecutively (probably because he trusted his friend not to talk for forty-eight straight hours with a girl he never met). Dylan's parents would end up kicking Breon out and Breon would eventually be stuck back at his parents house, his parents wanting him to quit with the phone talking thing. He would break up with her, but not before introducing her to my friend Eric, who, after breaking up with Breon, she would automatically turn to. She apparently living in Michigan, we live in Illinois, and she apparently likened herself the best thing Eric would ever get. Lo and behold, Eric now spends hours on end on the phone with her. His parents don't like it, but still support it for some reason. He's "Dated" her for a month now and we haven't even gotten to the best parts yet. Dylan threw a party a couple days ago and invited me and Eric and Breon. Breon hated the girl, Shelby, so didn't even want to talk to her. Eric though, talked to her the whole party as we tried to pry the damn phone from his ears. He ends up getting called by her using Dylan's phone (Eric handed out Dylan's number and Crash, whom you will meet later's, number). They talked over the TV since Dylan has some sort of phone/TV connectivity thingermobob. We listed in as they talked for an hour and she sang to Eric (Worst singing ever). She then started telling him how much she wanted to meet him and pee in his mouth. I was both shocked and rolling on the floor laughing, tears streaming down my cheeks. We now called him golden shower boy until we learned even more... Apparently, that night, Breon sat in the living room of Dylan's house as Eric talked to Shelby. She asked him if he's alright that she's bi and if it's alright if she had a girlfriend in Michigan. Eric had known this for a while but was still apparently mulling over how to answer this, but he apparently didn't care. Breon would leave and run as far away as he could from the living room. That morning, as Eric got to sleep after compulsively talking to his "Girlfriend" for hours on end, Brandon told me and Dylan something horrible. Breon didn't want to tell anyone because he didn't want to hurt Eric's feelings, but he told it to us now. He said that one time he was at Eric's house playing Rock Band with him. She called and interrupted their play. Eric apparently talked for an hour or so as Breon played the game. Eric then excuses himself to his room for fifteen minutes. Breon would end up going back to his room fifteen minutes later and opening the closed door to find Eric scrambling to pull his pants back on. I laughed so hard I woke Eric up. He was having...phone sex? Or was he just doing what I know he was doing. When he came into Dylan's room we asked him if he was caught with his pants down. He automatically replies "I was adjusting my pants!" "With your underwear down?" Asked Breon. "I was getting a wedgie out, not masturbating you sick freaks!" He stormed out after calling his parents on Dylan's phone while simultaneously talking to Shelby on his cell phone. An amazing feat I must say. Today after school I was walking over to my house. Me and my friend Crash live right close together so walk and shoot the breeze every day. He got a text on his phone and we assumed it was his parents. But it was Shelby, saying hi. Crash explained that Eric handed his number over to Shelby for no apparent reason. So, the girl is psycho, thinks she can sing, is bi, has a "boyfriend" and a girlfriend, Eric's parents are supportive yet scared of what's going on, and I personally think this is the most pathetic thing I've ever heard. And what's more pathetic? Eric's going to use his Christmas money to buy a ticket to Michigan to meet his "Girlfriend". What? And his parents are going to help! This Thursday I am going to hide at Dylan's house. Eric and Breon won't know I'm there until I pop out and announce my presence. Dylan and myself are going to try to ruin this "relationship" get this [bleep] out of everyone's hair and ultimately try to mend all the problems that have risen from this "dating". Is high school truly this odd? I never heard anything this odd happening at my Dad or Mom's high school. Sure there are weird things, but this is just beyond the point of being weird. It's creepy and suspicious. If anyone can tell me if they know any stories like this or want to give a general opinion of what is going on with these people, please just leave a comment. I'm going to probably not be Eric's friend anymore after this, but I don't give a damn. He used to be the most normal of my friends. Now, he needs help. He knows he couldn't do anything to me anyway because I have so many ways to screw some one up psychologically, and most of my friends know when it comes to destroying someone mentally, I can do it. I can do it hard. Which is why my friends don't mess with me. I won't exactly destroy Shelby or Eric, I just want to screw it up so much that neither wants to be with the other and this whole mess is resolved. Thanks for reading, please comment about anything.

Finals start tomorrow. French is the only one I'm scared about. Who the hell cares about foreign language class?

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Having had my shoes pissed on, I proceed to the nearest Wal Mart in order to procure a pair of Caterpillar brand boots with steel toes. I then kick Rocco in his Babybag.

I jump from the ashes and scream "NO ONE CAN KILL DA GAMEMASTAH! ALL Y'ALL BISHES!" I proceed to reconstruct Hex's body parts and turn him into my voodoo doll. I command him to kill everyone except for me. I then randomly shoot at stuff with my AK-47.

Ratchet appears on horseback and notices the violence. He quickly runs into the fray and see's Archimage waving his ban hammer menacingly. "What's going on Archi my friend? Why are you at Hex's mom's house? I thought you said you had a girl friend and was never desperate in his life!" Archimage swings the ban hammer around, yelling random, garbled noises. He then punches me in the face. "You...you...you...mean person!" My tears gently cascade down my cheeks, then turn to shadows that expand into the dark god herself, Sarah Palin. She throws a copy of her book at Archimage, which lodges into his eye socket. Archi coughs out his eyeball and then pulls Sarah Palins book out. He fits his eye back in and uses his laser beam eyes to blow up the book and Sarah Palin. Scared, I run to the living room where Hex is cowering, naked. I cut off his manly parts and shove it through his eye socket.

The magician has stood in the corner, watching the random nudity and illusions of Hextriplet. Deciding that Hex is perhaps the most mentally insane or handicapped person in the world, he somehow controls his teleporting powers to take him to Hex's mom's house to see ask why he is so messed up. He forgot he took a bunch of sex crazy, blood crazy fiends with him, so goes to hide underneath the vibrating bed. CHAPTER 3: HEX'S MOM'S HOUSE It's got a bedroom with a vibrating bed. A bathroom. A living area filled with rather odd trinkets probably collected from the local flea market. A kitchen full of sharp objects and saltine crackers. The area around the house stretches for acres, probably because you are in the middle of nowhere, yet a line of men seems to regularly appear either riding on horseback, or riding in Mustangs. Hex's mom is asleep. SHH! Hex's room is locked, probably because he is hiding his biggest secret in there!!!???

Archimage convinced me to join since we were Varrock Library friends. I don't think I was ever involved with the hegemony unless it was a long time ago. I did do stuff for the FL and a lot of stuff for the VL and blow time in off-topic and rants. Anywho CHAPTER 2 You are teleported to the bottom of a steppe pyramid, used by the ancient Mayans for sacrifices. Perhaps the ceremonial dagger jutting from the top of it would be a good weapon to fight with?

[spoiler=Story]It was a normal day in the Tavern when a man burst through the doors. He looked handsome and wore nice clothes, he was probably pretty rich. He would proceed to pull a leather bag from his jacket and throw it onto the bar. It contained hundreds of gold coins. "Rounds for everyone! As many as the money will pay for!" Shouts went up, people shook the man's hand. They drank and were merry for a long time. Until somebody got drunk and decided to punch another person. The bar brawl would rage over the course of days, never letting up, mostly thanks to the seemingly never-ending stream of beer, and thanks to the rich man who, when it seemed to let up, would start it up again. RULES: Simply enough, we are all in the tavern, drunk, and fighting. The only thing is, though, that the old mage in the corner's power has gone wild. Now, the people (and the bar) teleport randomly. Whether they go to a graveyard, to the ocean, or are fighting atop a giant eagle, the bar is still there, and the fight rages on. Who will the victor be of this pointless bar brawl? I'll describe each setting as best I can, hopefully give you ideas for weapons, and please be descriptive in your brawling with each other! Nobody can declare anybody dead either. I get the final say on who is dead or not! If you want to just randomly kill a randomly named person, go ahead. Just don't go declaring a real player dead. Kill Joe however you like, but not Archimage. I won't play since it would be unfair, but I would like it if you randomly punch fictional people until two or three real people show up. Then beat them up. PART 1: TAVERN A large, blockish room. Four booths against the left wall, and six wooden tables all about the room. The bar is on the right, six bar stools standing in front of it. The bartender is no one in particular, and he seems to be rather scared. Beer bottles, glasses, forks, spoons, knives, and mirrors seem to decorate the bar area. The entrance is to the south, the north has a whole wall containing pictures of famous people who have come into the tavern, followed by a door marked "DO NOT ENTER". A scream is heard, a bottle breaks, and the tussle begins.

This is a perfect opportunity for me to make an entrance after a couple months gone, sitting beneath a cold waterfall and contemplating why I even reply to you people. The only answer I got after two months of sitting under that waterfall was that I do it because I love pointing out the flaws in idiots posts. And I return now my good friends, because I have found my self laughing more then a normal person should at a rant. I have found myself questioning the opinion of this person. Hell, I'm just here for the flame war that ultimately comes every time I appear on a rant. It's because logic hurts. And thinking hurts more. Ratchet573 is back baby! And that means I need to tell Mr. Dilts how much of an idiot his post makes him look like. Famous last words sir. Questions arise from this statement, predominantly: Why the hell are you adding so many people to your friends if they are beggars? What, when you see a guy in Lumbridge standing at the castle doorsteps and begging aloud "Money PLZ" and he runs up to you and asks you, you think that secretly means "Add me plz". And what's worse then a beggar? And I still would like to know your strategy for choosing friends. "I DUN WANT ATTENTION!" Screams the man who wears his Party Hat, probably because he enjoys being a douche. "So I was sitting on a free world and was like, wearing my Phat and like, dude, these noobs come after me like "Dood! You gotta be rich!" and I'm all like "I don't want attention" and a high level noob is all like "Then why you wearing Phat?" and I'm like "So nobody pays attention to me because Phats aren't at all noob magnets or douche cones!"" Seriously man, you are either wearing it because you are showing off "Dude, I'm rich" or because you do it because you think it looks cool. Either way you are wearing a douche cone and a noob magnet. In other words, noobs hail you as god, and higher levels think you're a douche. And why was "nice" in quotes? Inflection on nice because you are laughing at us because we are poor? If you hate the attention, take off the damn douche cone and wear something that doesn't attract the world to you. HOLY CRAP! Runescape is the new WoW is what you're saying? People spending days nonstop playing? Are you stupid? So you complain about people talking to you and now you complain people don't talk to you enough. Hey, those begging Runescape friends talk to you. That makes this point illogical and silly. Or, here's an idea, why not send them the first PM? Maybe they are doing something other then strolling down the street with their Phat, attracting a town of noobs. Maybe, you know, they are actually doing some hard work. But it's too hard to PM my friends! You yell. No, it's not. And I hope you actually see your Real Life Friends sometime, why must you talk over Runescape. Go do something. Or take them along for a walk down Lumbridge with your Phat on. That'll show them how awesome you are and why they should talk to you more! "Lol, fear my seniority, I play for 10 years. That makes me cool...or something like that..." Whatever the hell that thing is about you being a 10 year vet adds nothing but more points to your douchebag level. Congratulations, you are now douchebag level 4! You can now wear your skill cape and your Phat at the same time! Seriously. Who cares? Every person who declares they have never used the word noob are bad liars. Every person who plays an online game has said the word noob. You can't complain that people call each other noob. It is a relative term. Would you be pissed off if everytime somebody saw a person of a lesser job then them they called them "Human"? Probably not. Sure we were all noob's at one point, but some people use gaming to show their superiority. Kind of like people who wear their Phats around...Not referring to you specifically...I'm a bad liar They tell most people this because, once again, as a sign of superiority a high level will ask a low level "What's you mining level". 5 99 "Get a life." Why do they say it? Because the high level with the higher mining level is being a class A douchebag. Nobody cares, good for you. It's a comeback when people are being douchey, kind of like "Yo mama". They are not mad, or jealous or hateful (though I assume this is coming from experience...mainly you doing exactly what I just described), they are telling you they don't care and you should go away. We are talking about a game overrun by prepubescent teens. Do you really expect them to care about ethnic diversities when they could simply call a Mexican a "Beaner"? Kids are cruel, OK. I agree that it is somewhat sad the amount of racism and how many people laugh at people of other countries. But, once again, I don't see this problem very often. Actually, I've only seen it twice happen, both times in Lumbridge. And everyone knows, Lumbride is the cesspool of idiots, it's a town inhabitable by the children who laugh at everything and crack jokes and advertise websites. That's why I rarely go to Lumbridge. Says the guy who was talking about people calling high level's no lifers and wearing his Phat around the city. And the guy who has played Runescape for 10 years apparently. Why are you complaining about something so stupid when you spent most of the rant rubbing in our faces how great you are? Perhaps it was involuntary or perhaps you were trying to be subtle, but I don't want to hear stuff about being amazing on Runescape and it working out in the real world from anyone. Nobody, by the way, thinks that. It's a figment of your imagination, probably born from all the high levels who act tough. They aren't acting like it means anything in the real world, they are acting like it means something in the game. And it does. Lookie here, it's a rant talking about those specific people. They must get some kind of attention from being [wagon]'s. Why didn't someone think of that? We need fifty people to monitor each world twenty-four seven to... No, there are thousands upon thousands of people playing Runescape and having more mods won't fix anything. Handing out mod jobs would probably cause even more trouble. And the language blocker will mute you for saying bad words or anything for a while. Let me just tell you something that apparently doesn't occur to a veteran player, that should: Turn chat off. MY GOD! Jagex allows me to block out the annoying yellow text filling my screen of racism and vile language and hatred? WOW! I love how you make the game sound like some kind of cesspool of disgusting, vile people. Because you know there are people in the game who don't say bad things, and actually play the game for fun? Sir, having ten more points about how bad Runescape player behavior is won't point anything more out. Welcome to the internet, please don't hit your head on the door on your way in. OMG! MEAN PEOPLE ON TEH INTERWEBZ! WE GONNA DIE! Please, Runescape is not that bad compared to a lot of other MMORPG's out there, and is definitely much better than what you described. And, if you are going to reply to this, please answer my burning question of why you wear your douche cone on your head when you hate people following you while wearing it? Wouldn't you...you know...stop?

Black Cat was probably one of my first manga's, that and Bobobo and One Piece. Now when I try to read Black Cat, I just think it boring rubbish.

FFXIII hitting store shelves March 9, 2010. I already have my preorder for the PS3 version down.

Getting one for Christmas! WOOT! Probably getting Uncharted 2, Resistance, Little Big Planet, putting down money for preorder of FFXIII, and maybe Saboteur or Red Faction Guerrilla.

i was asking a question, and no need to be rude. Please if you are going to tarnish our conversations on anime by being an idiot, take the advice of your avatar and go die. I hope you are enjoying your increasing post count, too bad it is for no good reason. Either add to the conversation or stay out of it. Anywho, I'm reading Lone Wolf and Cub since my Dad read it in the eighties and said it was pretty kickass if you liked historic mangas. It's actually pretty good. Next I'm gonna read Sanctuary and I'm also slowly going through Bobobo because that's one of the franchises that got me into anime. It's kind of funny. If your high it's friggin' hilarious!

PIXEL DATING THREAD #20145 Is it seriously that big a problem? I remember when that was all the hype at Lumbridge in free worlds was to get a girlfriend who was likely a fat guy, get married, and be pissed when he/she stole everything you gave him/her and never replies back to you on friend chat. Whatever, these are the children who think it's cool to have a GF and don't understand it's only cool to have a GF if she is really right there beside you, not halfway across the world in a basement probably full of freezers with dead children stuffed into said freezers.

PROLOGUE Arealis is a land replete with magic, weapons, and wars. Every person in the land has some form of magical ability thanks to the mysterious "God Stones" that are mined by the dwarves. These stones can be found everywhere and when a baby is born, they are left to sleep on the stone for about twelve hours. Whatever power they get is totally random, and sometimes people get more magic than others. Only once in a year does someone get a blank magic, a magic that can be whatever they want it to be and can choose that power as soon as they want. Weapons manufacturing is one of the biggest industries in the land, and while guns are being pumped out of factories regularly (only for the use of armies, not for the peasants) swords and arrows are pumped out so fast there is usually an overabundance of them. The people of the land have always been divided into sects. When they started controlling bigger kingdoms, of course war came about. There was a general time of peace, but that was interrupted when a new king took over the Guptas, and that kind would proceed to wreak havoc on a world at it's greatest height. BOOK 1: MOUNTAIN TOWN He entered the small mountain town on horseback. It was a simple town, one road that led from the entrance, straight to the town hall, elevated somewhat thanks to the rugged mountain terrain the town was built on. Houses were either in the attics of the ramshackle buildings (All of which were some kind of store) to either side of the street, or people paid the ridiculous sum to get the building material up the mountain and build it themselves. Some people did enjoy a life in the mountains, in a small, tight-knit community, and the man on horseback would have enjoyed a life in a small town like this if not for all the people chasing him, bent on ripping him to pieces and feasting on his flesh. His horse trod slowly past the people, doing their late afternoon chores, all taking a moment to look up at the stranger in his odd clothes and carrying on his hip a pistol, a weapon rarely seen outside the warring states. He also had a sword on the opposite hip, a fairly long one that had a light blue hilt that looked almost like ice. The horse continued forward, it's head bent to the ground, breathing a bit heavily. The man on the horse patted the side of his steed and whispered to it, Good girl, we're almost there, then you can rest for a day or two. Three minutes later the rider dismounted and tied his horse to a stake in the ground in front of a wooden feeder filled with water. The horse lapped at the water vigorously and the rider patted her again. The brilliant black creature nudged the shoulder of her master and then went back to her water. The rider stood in front of a large, wooden building, louder then any other building in town. Music could be heard coming from a piano, the pleasant talking of the locals, smoke wafted over the batwing door entrance. The rider pushed the doors open and entered into a large room, bar along the left side, and poker and roulette dotted about the right side. Both sides were pretty crowded, and most people turned to see who had entered their domain. As were most people living in a small town, these people were defensive of their territory. New folks, especially ones that looked as strange as the rider, were people to be wary of, they were the trouble makers. The rider nodded his head at no one in particular, perhaps just acknowledging all the peoples stares. He walked to the bar and sat on one of the homemade wooden stools, a pillow stuffed with hay sitting atop the wooden surface. It felt good after riding the rough back of his steed for so long. The bartender was a younger kid, hair in a mop, face pimply. He was shining a glass with his spit and a rag when the stranger sat down. The kid was apprehensive. A beer. The stranger said, noticing the kids hesitation. The kid broke into a bit of a sweat, but nodded and took the glass he held and put it under a spigot attached to a large barrel. Probably contained five hundred pounds of beer, getting people to heft the thing behind the bar had to be a huge task. Where do you get the beer? The stranger asked. The kid turned around with the frothing glass of amber liquid, and spoke quickly. We get it from Drowsdon, down the mountain. They have a huge group of horses pull one of these barrels up the mountain to us. It takes two and a half weeks to get rid of all this beer. Five hundred pounds in two and a half weeks? The stranger took a sip. What else do we have to do? Most of these people come in everyday instead of getting a job. They steal money from their sons, daughters, hell, even some own prostitutes. Some of those prostitutes are their own wives and daughters! Sounds like good people. The stranger whispered. Well, living in a small town there are not many ways to make money. The mayor is actually a rich man from the city, used to be a noble but gave up that life in order to build a small town in the mountain to live in. He apparently hated city life, and thought it would be better to raise his child in the mountains and with a tight knit community instead of a community where the people are rebelling against the nobles. His child has grown up and become, well...me. The stranger laughed. I had a feeling you were someone important. How's that? Well, being the bartender I figured you were someone close to the mayor at least. You probably make the most money in the town, and you probably give half or three-quarters of it to the mayor to redistribute, since what do you need money for? You can drink all you want and eat all you want. Everyone in this community has touched every bill that is circulated. It's actually a decent system. Open a bar, open a gambling den, and of course with nothing else to do around here this would be the center of activity. Put your son as boss, and you get all your money back. I'm assuming the mayor pays most people for being town guards, perhaps people who go back and forth between here and Drowsdon to get goods, so they get their money they spent at the bar, then spend it here again, then get it back. It's a continuous cycle. Your dad's a smart man. The kid smiled and his smile diminished when he noticed three burly, disgusting people walking towards the stranger. Sir... I know. Their footsteps are louder then a usual persons. They are probably drunk. I won't beat them too bad, just til they are quiet and can't assault me anymore. The stranger just sat, staring at his glass of beer when the three men grabbed him and started hissing in his ear. Lookie at the mysterious stranger! Walk into our bar. We should beat you to a pulp! The stranger whispered, Don't try, you won't enjoy the outcome. What was that? One of the men, the one over the stranger's right shoulder, threw a punch. The stranger ducked and grabbed his assailants arm, pushing it a way it wasn't supposed to go. Skin ripped and blood sputtered out. The man's arm hang limply at his side, twisted into a nasty heap. He was screaming. His buddies did not learn from his mistake and came together at the stranger. The stranger kicked the feet out from under one of the wobbly men and then blocked a rather weak punch from the other man. The stranger punched the man who was standing hard enough to knock him to the ground, hard enough you could hear a crunch as his nose was smashed to pieces. The man who had been kicked to the ground hurriedly scurried away, falling on his face a couple times as he made his way to the batwing doors. Hope the town's doctor is decent. The stranger muttered. He sat back on the stool and sipped his beer. The kid behind the bar was staring in shock and awe. Who-Who the hell are you? The kid managed to get out. The stranger, a man with a rugged face and cold, blue eyes looked up at the kid and flashed a bright smile. The stranger's face was covered in scars, though the kid could understand why the prostitutes hiding the corner had been eying him over the past six minutes. Do you mountain folks know much about the Warring States? The stranger asked. Other then the fact that they don't effect us and probably never will? It doesn't matter to us, it has nothing to do with the mountain lands. These are accorded neutral grounds, that is just part of the Law of Wars. If war is taking place, the mountains are a place that civilians can escape from the horrors. Is that what you're doing? The stranger laughed, his hand reached for his sword's hilt. He pulled it from the scabbard and let it gleam in front of the whole bar. It was the bluish-white of ice. This is my sword Icecrusher. It was given to me as a Knight of the Holy King. Only five people can hold one of these swords. You probably didn't know that, but there are only five of these swords, each representing different elements, in the world. I have ice. My gun is also specially designed to shoot freezing bullets. Hell, when I touched the magic embedded in this sword, all the magic in my body was directed toward freezing and cold magics. I can't do a heat spell or a fire spell anymore. The kid stared at the sword, perplexed. So you must be someone special. Perhaps sent to make sure the neutral ground stays neutral? The stranger sheathed his sword and laughed. No way. I'm here to get away. From what? The war? You're a knight though! Used to be. I quit. Why? The stranger drank the rest of his beer and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Because, I killed one of the other Holy Knights. The kid didn't exactly understand the big deal. But an old man sat down next to the stranger, and looked at him like he was an idiot. Are you drunk? Where the hell'd you get that sword? Nobody ever killed a Holy Knight, not even another Holy Knight. It's impossible! The stranger shifted in his seat. I did. We fought for thirty straight minutes until I backed away from a downward swipe, climbed his sword when it was wedged a bit in the ground, and lopped off his head. What knight was this? The knight of earth. His powers were not enough to scare me. Why would you do this? The old man asked. Why? Because I saw the governments corruption and wanted out. I was locked in a room with these people, could not escape, if I tried I'd be shot down or ganged up on by the rest of the knights. So I decided to kill the corrupt bastard in the courtyard during one of the King's banquets. The palace was less guarded, and I had a simple time getting out and away. Elven snipers are following me, and I'm sure the knights are as well, but hopefully I can rest a bit here before they show up. Everyone stopped what they were doing, shocked, scared, confused. Why would you put us in danger, fugitive, by doing this? The stranger smiled. Because, I can protect you from these people if you help me, give me lodging and some time for me and my horse to rest, and I'll leave, bring those bastards with me. If not, I can't say the town will be safe. BLACKMAIL!? Screamed one of the people at a roulette table. Basically, yes. The stranger smirked. The mayor is going to boot you. He has a police force and a couple guards, they will escort you out permanently! The old man sitting next to the stranger said. Notice the poor fellow on the ground, the one who's broken and bleeding everywhere. What makes you think I won't do the same to a bunch of measly policemen and guards? I have a gun. I have an elemental sword. No regular human can stop me. The only people I'm scared of are the Holy Knights. The elven snipers are nothing but fools, their brigade has been after me eight months and can never actually get a shot off at me, because I disappear as quickly as I appear. That being said, I'm going to be staying in one of the rooms upstairs, keep my horse safe and fed. Even look at her funny, I'll murder you. Try to kill me in my sleep, can't say how many parts you'll be cut into. The stranger threw tons of gold coins onto the counter and headed towards a set of rickety wooden stairs. Who the hell are you? Asked the old man. Call me Gare. Good night.

Also making up a fake anime title is a pitiful move. It's more than pitiful. It's sad.

Linking to your clan's website seems to me like either advertising or recruitment, I will go more with the first though. It's fine to post the story, but I don't know if advertising your site through means of this story is alright. Of course, nobodies locked it or anything so I'll let you go on your merry way.

It was the only reason I was buying Shonen Jump. Love it.

I feel sad that nobody said Splinter Cell Conviction. That and MGS Rising since I'm a stealth gaming person. HL3, Diablo 3, FFXIII, GOW 3, Alan Wake, Bioshock 2, Alpha Protocol...probably missed a bunch.

Because all the titles I didn't bold I was either indifferent to, or didn't want to start flame wars over.

Looked Evangelion-y Reading Berserk. Bloody hell it's awesome. Awesome...

Music is like anything else, you either like it or you don't. A lot of people like metal, and a lot of people like Lady Gaga. I, personally, have grown past the pop stage. That seemed to be where most kids drifted during late elementary school was pop, and during middle you find something you really like whether it be rap or metal, and then you see pop through a different perspective. That's how me and my friends grew into music, and this is why so many crappy pop bands with the same sound and same look can get away with singing this stuff. In my opinion, pop is the mid point, the neutral zone. Then you go off to other things and get more into that. Or you may stay in the pop area. I personally enjoy rock and 80's pop, 80's pop I have just had to live with being the son of parents who grew up during that time, and rock was from middle school when I branched off. I didn't know what heavy metal was until I got halfway through fifth grade. Not to say all pop is bad, I saw her on SNL and she is alright, better then some, but still just seems like another regular, average pop lady.

I can see where they are coming from.While Half Life was an amazing game, HL2 did introduce an advanced physics engine that many companies try to copy. I have never played an FPS where you pick up barrels and place them around to jump on, and nor have I played a game with such an amazing atmosphere. While HL had a bit of atmosphere, it was more from a cheesy sci-fi most of the time. I have to agree with the magazine a bit though. They say it has been ported to every console, can be bought on any phone. All this from a friggin' guy with one super computer in Russia. It's pretty amazing that a game so little has become so large, but that also leads into the fact it is more a popularity contest than a best game list...It should have been in the teens and made way for games that paved the way for others to come.